Aroura Pov
"Miss, here's your meal," A maid said, walking into the room with a food cart; I stared blankly as she stepped to my side, ready to feed me.
"No, thank you, I—I'm not eating anything," I said, pressing my lips together as she moved the spoon closer.
"Please, you have to eat, if you don't eat..."
"I don't want to," I snapped, my gaze flicking to the knife beside the plate.
"What's happening here?" Sorrentino asked, walking into the room.
"She's refusing to eat the meal I brought," The maid said.
Sorrentino's eyes flicked from the untouched plate to the knife, then to me. He walked forward slowly, his hands behind his back, like he was approaching a dangerous animal.
"Leave us," he said to the maid, who bowed curtly and walked out of the room.
"Why are you not eating
